Seeing Through...

Beyond the muck and mire... Grateful I'm able to see the beauty. I've often said that I have guardian angels who work overtime. Last night, they definitely stepped in on behalf of my son and I. We were at the 2nd and Delancey stop, rushing down the stairs to catch our approaching train. Just as we hit the last step, there was a scream and a man turned to see Edem and I. His face twisted into an expression I've never before seen, blurred only by the speed with which he jumped in front of Edem, blocking my son from witnessing the scene before us. A man had just leapt to his demise. What followed felt like our planet slowed on its axis, paused by the daze of knowing that the world lost a soul. Slowly, the dense silent air was filled with sirens, and we commuters tried to regain balance and find our way home. All of us no doubt wondering how it is that someone could be so lost in grief that this seemed like a reasonable solution. This was someone's child, I couldn't stop thinking, as I ushered my son away into the cold dark night. This was someone's child.